We think we are immortal – fools like me,
This life is lived so recklessly –
Our heads are in the sand so we can’t see!
We listen to the world so willfully . . .
We are like moving clouds in a dark sky,
And it comes so easy – like breathing air,
Common sense I guess ain’t there!
And precious time just passes on by.
Clocks are meant to count each hour . . .
Life is like a storm – a mighty ocean gale,
Emotions are mostly fight or flight –
Live for the moment – tomorrow, O well!
Pour another round, have a whiskey sour,
Party like no tomorrow – dance all night!
Epaphroditus© October 15, 2023
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